Marla. That little slut. She's taking him from me.
She's a fucking tumor. One of the ones that the doctors keep destroying and destroying ,but they keep coming back.
Fight Club is the only connection I still have with Tyler. It is the only time he looks at me, the only time he acknowledges my existence. I take out all my anger on whoever I'm fighting, so that maybe Tyler will be proud.

"Remember, if it's your first night at Fight Club….You have to fight." He says this and looks straight at Angel Face, a newbie. He's blonde hair and blue eyed-Hitler would have loved him. I know Tyler does. I don't know if I'm angry or sad or just eager to beat the shit out of this kid.
I am Jack's raging emotions.

"Ready….fight."
Angel Face punches me in the nose and my blood spurts out in different directions. This earns him a whistle from Tyler which makes me sick.
Suddenly I'm on top of Angel Face and I'm just hitting him and hitting him, trying to win Tyler back.
I finally stop when I see his bloody face.
"where'd YOU go psycho boy?" asks Tyler.
"I felt like destroying something beautiful."
He flinches but recovers in a rapid second.
"Get him to a fuckin hospital."

"something on your mind dude?" Tyler asks when we're in the car.
"No….Okay yeah. Why wasn't I told about Project Mayhem?"
The drones in the back seat state, "The first rule about Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions."
I give them a withering look.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why didn't you include me, in the beginning?"
"Fight Club was the beginning. Now it's moved out of the basement, and it's Project Mayhem."
I could feel my anger rising.

"You and I started Fight Club, you remember that? It's as much mine as it is yours you know!"
Tyler looks at me knowingly. "Is this about you and me?"
"Yeah! I thought we were doing this together…"
"You're missing the point! This does not belong to us!"
"TYLER!" I yell. We almost collide with a car, but he swerves at the last moment.
"What do you want!" he yells. "YOU DECIDE YOUR OWN LEVEL OF INVOLVEMENT!"
"I WILL! I JUST WANT TO KNOW CERTAIN THINGS FIRST!" I yell back.
"The first rule about Project Mayhem is-"

"SHUT. UP!" I say to the drones in the back. Tyler's little monkeys.
More quietly, I say to Tyler, "I just….I want to know what you're thinking."
"See, this is your problem! Just forget about what you think you know, about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me."
"w…what do you mean?"
Tyler almost crashes again.
"Guys, if you died right now, what's one thing you wish you would have done?"
"Paint a self portrait,"
"Build a house."
He turns to me. "and you?"
"Nothing,"
He almost crashes again.
"I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good! You happy?"
"NOT GOOD ENOUGH."
We almost hit a bus.
"Fight Club, Marla, I am sick of all your shit!"
He smirks at me. "Okay."
"No, I'm not done! Fuck you, fuck what we had, If I died right now, I wouldn't care I WOULD BE HAPPY! Because then, I would be FAR FAR AWAY from YOU! Okay? I LOVED you, Tyler, but I guess I wasn't good enough for you OR this stupid shitty Project Mayhem."
He stares at me blankly. "Acceptance is one of the key components to not fearing death." He lets go of the wheel.
"Fuck you, Tyler!" I grab at the wheel.
"NO! Just. Let. Go."
I stare at him, hoping the corners of his mouth will turn up and he'll tell me he loves me despite everything. They don't.
"Calm as hindu cows, right Tyler?" I hear myself say. But I don't sound like myself.
"Hey man, calm down. I do l-"

Screeching.
skidding.
These are the last things I hear before we crash.
I know I'm in pain, but I can only think of one thing: Tyler.
He never did finish his sentence.

I finally let go.